The morning sun filtered through the window as a low string of jazz notes flooded the room. He turned slightly to look at the latest model-slash-bartender he'd picked up at the bar the night before. His alarm was going off so he knew that meant one thing…he had to get this girl out of his bed and now. Sawyer had been off the dreaded island for about 18 months, but hadn't really been himself ever since.
"Hey…" the woman said in a low tone.
"Get your things, I got to get to work," he gazed at her face for a brief moment and turned away, noticing the similarity immediately. Kate, the name crossed his mind for an instant.
"Aren't you going to offer me some coffee?" she asked, her voice growing more firm after every minute.
"No time, sweetheart," he remarked, feeling more like himself than ever, like he did months before he'd even left for Sydney, "the boss will kick me out if I turn up late again."
"Yea, yea, ok…" she said, exasperated. If Sawyer knew one thing, it was how to read and treat a woman. He could draw the companionship he needed and still keep them a distance away from himself. The one woman that attempted to tame him hadn't even been someone he would've picked from a crowd to begin with. Now she was all he could see. Lord knew he didn't have a real job, not that he talked to him much anyway. He just needed a plausible excuse to get the numerous one night stands from his apartment. He knew very well he couldn't stay this way forever, but who wants the future when your best days are in the past?
Later that night, after tossing his keys on the table near the door, Sawyer headed towards another bottle. Finally there'd been an opening from the agency, again, he knew he wasn't good for much, but took a job as a temp for one of those annoying telemarketing services. Tomorrow morning he'd be selling staplers to big agencies that didn't even notice if $1,000 went missing from their company business.